Recipes

Pabnar Hansher Kalia (Duck Stew in Coconut Milk)

Bapi hardly spoke of his growing up years in what is today Bangladesh. Grandma would inevitably slip into ...

The sight of the moringa tree in a neighbours garden, abloom with pristine ivory buds, makes me return to ...

Winter has taken a bow. The migratory birds that had thronged the lake have long departed for cooler ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable frustration, ...

Just a couple of days before I head back home, Maa and I are at our local vegetable market and that the array ...

The walk shall be long, Bapi cautions, are you sure you want to walk all the way ? I nod in ...

Wake up, Bapi whispers into my ears, the bus shall be here at six sharp. Ten more minutes, I request ...

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

A close friend sends me a gorgeous cabbage from her garden this morning. It’s not easy to grow cabbage, she ...

The shrill of the telephone bell punctuates the serene tranquil of a mist-laced autumn-melting-into-winter ...

Manikkaka gets home a plump little cauliflower, august with its pompous crown of green. I am elated. We are ...

One autumn evening, Bapi brings home a pair of binoculars. A childhood friend of his had been visiting and he ...